Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Denmark and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.